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| Tweet Topic Started: May 15 2010, 05:52 PM (376 Views) | |
| Alma | May 15 2010, 05:52 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=16 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i46.tinypic.com/ienez6.jpg" style="background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #e6aa91;"> <tr><td height=150> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=right] <br>Freya Lyfield<br> Mood: Content.<br> Outfit: Ankle-length black skirt, white turtleneck sweater, black shoes, and a large white coat.<br> [/align] </span> </td></tr><tr><td> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=center]"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds around my neck." <br> ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀<br> Saturday, Winter 28th, 07<br> 9:30pm<br> ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ <br><br>[/align] <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span> "C'mon, Freya, we've gotta check out the stars!" Jane had grabbed her hand, much as she had when she was but a small girl, and basically dragged her into the cold while giggling happily. Freya smiled and obliged the eighteen-year-old, pondering the fact that she often seemed more like a thirteen-year-old in her excited haste. It had always been this way. Celebrating the turn into the New Year was a great tradition among the Lyfield family back home, something that Freya had always experienced in her own house there. For the first time, the Lyfields would be experiencing it elsewhere.<br> <br> There were no great lights for them to hide from, like in the city, but Jane still insisted that they go out to a wide, plained area to stare up at the stars with absolutely no interference. "We might even meet someone else!" Jane had remarked happily, a big smile on her face as she did so. It was rather obvious that she had someone in mind, though Freya had absolutely no idea who or what that would be. All she could do was go along with it, much as she had with absolutely every other idea that Jane or Peter had ever had in their entire lives. Peter had followed behind them, Freya's picnic basket packed tightly with thick blankets and hot chocolate in thermoses, just in case the weather took a drastic turn for the worst. It was quite cold at this time of year, but after one faced that blizzard a few weeks back Freya didn't think that anything could be so cold again. When Jane allowed her to have her hand back so that she could spin happily and flop down to make an impromptu snow angel before rising up and continuing on again, Freya tucked her hands into her pockets. Her gloves were within them in case anything went wrong, but for now, she didn't want them. She wanted to feel, even if it was absolutely freezing cold.<br> <br> "This is perfect!" Jane had proclaimed when they reached the Sapphire Glen, spinning yet again for kicks before she skipped over to Peter and tugged a blanket out from inside of the basket, along with her specified thermos of hot chocolate. The blanket was very warm, having been laid near the radiator for the past few hours, and quickly began melting the snow once she laid it down and sat on it. Freya smiled softly, looking at Peter with a glance that informed him to take care of her, and then took her own thermos of hot chocolate as she wandered off a bit on her own.<br> <br> While Peter and Jane busily chatted behind her, Freya sighed softly and looked up toward the skies, where the stars winked at her with a vengeance. Things had felt strange for a number of seasons now. She couldn't even understand why. Things were changing in her mind, thoughts shifting, and suddenly her own place in the world didn't seem quite so assured. Freya rubbed her arms and frowned, tilting her head down to look at the snow instead. She wanted the strangest things. Like...her own store. Her own shop. Something that she could call her own and embrace. She had her own stall, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before her health began suffering again from being exposed to the elements. Might she...open a store, then? Rent out a small building in Pyrite Circle and put it to use?<br> <br> Peter would never go for that, and you know it, her thoughts reasoned away, and Freya sighed as she opened her thermos and took a long drink, the hot chocolate warming her down to the tips of her toes. Perhaps. But if one couldn't fight for her happiness in life...what sort of woman was she, really? <br><br> [align=center]❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀<br>[/align] </span> </td> </tr><tr> <td background=http://i46.tinypic.com/2cqiv4i.jpg height=100> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Leonel | May 21 2010, 07:28 PM Post #2 |
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| Alma | May 29 2010, 05:06 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="354" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i50.tinypic.com/14lmr7l.png" height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="fcd3c5"> <font color=f0ab93 size=1> <div align=center> <font face=georgia size=4> saturday, winter 28th07<br> </font> ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽<br> embarrassed, wearing an ankle-length black skirt, white turtleneck sweater, black shoes, and a large white coat. [/align] <br><br> "Oh!" Freya took a few steps back at the sound of the vaguely familiar voice, blinking rapidly as she did. How had she not even noticed that she was about to walk right into someone? Her cheeks immediately flushed as she looked toward the man. "Leonel. Oh, pardon me. I nearly bowled you over there, didn't I?" she asked softly, looking down at the ground again as she tucked the warm thermos closer to her chest to warm her and wrapped her coat around her a bit tighter. Well. That was embarrassing, wasn't it? Though she worked determinedly to fight the flush over her face, she realized that her efforts were going to be in vain. While she hadn't seen this man since another festival two seasons before, she found that she was still incredibly jittery and embarrassed in his presence. Why was that?<br> <br> Because he's a man, of course, she reminded herself, a soft and patient tone in her mind. Well. She supposed that was the truth, then. In fact, him being a person at all meant that she was going to have a problem relating to him until she grew more comfortable around him. Perhaps if they kept running into each other, she'd finally evolve to the point where she could look him in the eye and not blush when she began to talk to him. It was no doubt a long time coming, but she could dream, aye?<br> <br> How strange, really, that the two of them only seemed to meet on festival nights. She blinked and furrowed her brow as she thought on it. What were the odds, really? It was as if there was some other force guiding them to meet only on these days. Or perhaps you're being the silliest thing that ever had the pleasure to exist. Yes, well, she supposed it might be that as well, and she smiled lightly at the audacity of something guiding her toward where he might be on these festival nights. If the Harvest Goddess truly did exist, she was certain that she had no favor with her. Peter did, of course, being a farmer, but her? She'd never done a thing to be in her good graces before, nor had she done anything to be looked upon negatively. She suspected that there would be merely a neutral regard there, one that would cause the Goddess to look upon her, to shrug, and then to float away, her thoughts immediately distracted by someone more worthy or interesting. Freya supposed that meant it was sheer coincidence that the two kept meeting on these special days, then, when the moon was full and the stars were sparkling and all of nature around them was celebrating in their own way.<br> <br> What a heady thought. She realized that, however, that her silence might be growing extremely awkward. She blinked and looked up at Leonel again, smiling shyly at him. "How...strange that I meet you again on tonight, of all nights." The hot chocolate was warm against her torso, tucked as it was beneath her coat, and she wondered at how strange she felt in every way. Perhaps there would be some magic in tonight after all. "Always on festivals. Have you noticed that? It's so...strange. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i49.tinypic.com/4t92ef.png" height="46"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Leonel | Jun 4 2010, 07:11 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=16 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i47.tinypic.com/1feavt.png"> <tr><td height=150> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> <font color=31251f> [align=right] Leonel Vanhite [/align] </span> </td></tr><tr><td><font color=31251f> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=center]Never judge a book by it's cover... <br> ----------------------------------------------<br><br>[/align] There they were again, in front of each other, on a festival with a weird air around them, today, more than the usual silence, or noise of their thoughts, there was this weird feeling, one that could not be explained.<br><br> "Leonel. Oh, pardon me. I nearly bowled you over there, didn't I?"<br><br> Why on festivals? It was surely weird...how many times now? Two times, perhaps three? He wasn't sure, but the fact wouldn't smooth the new feeling. Either way, not that Leonel would complain. It was nice to know that there's someone you can talk to, rely on, even if not much.<br><br> "Oh, don't worry."<br><br> He said smiling shyly, as usual. Moving to the island didn't change Leonel at all, he was still that shy kid from when he left home, always afraid of telling other his ideas, sharing a piece of his mind with anyone that wasn't cole to him.<br><br> "..."<br><br> "How...strange that I meet you again on tonight, of all nights."<br><br> Freya said, breaking the strange air around them a bit.<br><br> "Indeed, always on festivals--Always on festivals."<br><br> They spoke together. Noticing that, Leonel have let the woman conclude her sentence while he gave her a warm smile, blushing just a little bit, so few that one couldn't notice. [align=center]----------------------------------------------<br>[/align] </font> </td> </tr><tr> <td background=http://i49.tinypic.com/qriwkh.png height=100> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 4 2010, 08:43 PM Post #5 |
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That's the machine that goes 'PING!'
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="354" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i50.tinypic.com/14lmr7l.png" height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="fcd3c5"> <font color=f0ab93 size=1> <div align=center> <font face=georgia size=4> saturday, winter 18th07<br> </font> ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽<br> curious, wearing an ankle-length black skirt, white turtleneck sweater, black shoes, and a large white coat.[/align] <br><br> They spoke together, and Freya's last words faltered slightly as she realized that and dropped her eyes to the snow beneath her feet. "..." Well. That was rather strange. She laughed softly and shook her head, trying desperately to push away the heavy blush that kissed her cheeks, before she cleared her throat. "That was...I'm sorry." Why was she apologizing? Gosh, she just made a mess of things, didn't she? Freya carefully ran her free hand down one of her braids nervously as her other swirled the hot chocolate around in her thermos.<br> <br> ...well, now what? She looked up at him tentatively beneath her pink lashes, batting them without meaning to, and felt her blush grow richer at the sight of the warm smile on his lips. That was...surprising. She offered a very small smile back to him, lifting her head a bit more so that she didn't look like a silly schoolgirl staring down into the grass. She liked his smile. It definitely suited him. Freya stared at him for a moment before realizing that she indeed was staring and cleared her throat again, quickly looking off to the side as she did so. The poor man probably thought that she was some sort of silly flirt, batting her lashes at him and sort of standing here awkwardly and not having anything to say at all. Hadn't her mother tried to teach her how to make conversation? Yes, and you promptly failed that lesson, remember? If you hadn't, you might have a husband by now. Interestingly enough, the thought didn't sting as much as she thought it might. Spinsterdom would suit her well, she supposed, and she did enjoy cats. Perhaps she could become one of those frightening crazy cat ladies that so many lasses back home worried about becoming. It sounded like a perfectly lovely life: solitude, only her felines and her garden to keep her company.<br> <br> She remembered then that Leonel was still standing there, smiling at her, and that she really should attempt to make conversation before the awkwardness grew thick enough to suffocate her. With a graceful flourish, Freya spread her quilt across the ground, letting it settle quickly across the thick layer of hardened snow. She nibbled on her bottom lip for only a moment before she gestured to it. "Would you...like to sit? Or do you have another party that you are here with?" That reminded her then of Peter and Jane, no doubt a short distance away, and she glanced over her shoulder at them. Her family was indeed a bit of a distance away, though they didn't seem to notice her at all. Instead, they seemed distracted with each other, playing a fast-paced card game that they'd played since they were children. If the stack of cards in Jane's hand was of any indication, she was winning, as compared to the few cards remaining in Peter's hand.<br> <br> Freya smiled fondly at the sight, remembering when things were so much simpler in their childhood, before she looked at Leonel again. For whatever reason, just the sight of her brother and her cousin was enough to set her fears at ease for the moment. She settled down onto the quilt and crossed her legs beneath her long skirt, tucking her coat around her to fit her a bit more snugly where her thermos lay warm against her torso. Whether Leonel would join her or not she intended to have a lovely night, but...whether she liked it or not, there was still that faint desire to have him join her. He seemed so kind, so interesting... </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i49.tinypic.com/4t92ef.png" height="46"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Leonel | Jun 13 2010, 07:49 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=16 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i47.tinypic.com/1feavt.png"> <tr><td height=150> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> <font color=31251f> [align=right] <br>Leonel Vanhite [/align] </span> </td></tr><tr><td><font color=31251f> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=center]Never judge a book by it's cover... <br> ----------------------------------------------<br><br>[/align] "It's ok-okay...It wasn't your fault."<br><br> Leonel spit, lacking a better sentence. He simply doesn't know what to say when he's around woman or unkown people, and even though with Freya it was a bit different, he still felt a small barrier around him.<br><br> "Would you...like to sit? Or do you have another party that you are here with?"<br><br> "Sure. I...actually am alone."<br><br> Leonel smiled at the unexpected invite, as he felt his face getting a bit hot. He blushed a bit as he thought of Freya. It felt so good to have someone to talk to. He missed his old home, but, Obsidian didn't seem so lonely as it was at first now.<br><br> "How silly..."<br><br> Leonel concluded, taking the seat next to Freya, leaving a small space between them. He didn't want to seem rude or anything.<br><br> "So...you came with your family...?" [align=center]----------------------------------------------<br>[/align] </font> </td> </tr><tr> <td background=http://i49.tinypic.com/qriwkh.png height=100> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 25 2010, 03:39 AM Post #7 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="354" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i50.tinypic.com/14lmr7l.png" height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="fcd3c5"> <font color=f0ab93 size=1> <div align=center> <font face=georgia size=4> saturday, winter 28th07<br> </font> ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽<br> calm, wearing an ankle-length black skirt, white turtleneck sweater, black shoes, and a large white coat.[/align] <br><br> Freya looked back up at Leonel when he assured her that it wasn't her fault and immediately felt herself smiling. Why did she feel so at ease? It was the strangest feeling. Proximity to her family was the cause, she supposed, and she wasn't about to let a moment where she felt genuinely happy and calm go to waste. The fact that she could spend it in the presence of an attractive man who shared at least one of her interests made it even better. Oop. There went the slight flushing of her cheeks, and she looked down at the quilt with another smile, hoping she might be able to pass it off as the mere nip of the wind. "Thank you. I won't worry at all, then," she said, if only to ease his mind as well. He seemed a bit similar to her in his general shyness, if his stuttering meant anything. She could only assume that it meant he might need as much soothing as she did in order to avoid feeling like he was a total failure or nuisance. She supposed she might be wrong as well, but it was worth it to try and make sure that everyone around her was happy and healthy, right?<br> <br> When he informed her that he was alone, she couldn't help but smile yet again. Good. Perhaps they would be able to have a pleasant conversation before they parted for the evening. Would they meet again during another festival? Would the Cherry Blossom Viewing perhaps provide another chance for their paths to cross? If it happened, she would only be able to attribute it to fate, to the fact that there was a reason that they needed to continue running into each other. While she couldn't yet figure out what that very reason might be, it was worth it to begin considering. Was he carrying a deep pain within him? Was someone pursuing him that only Freya would somehow be able to warn him about? The thoughts were grand and vast and romantic, like something out of a novel, and Freya found herself doubting that any of them could be true. Regardless, she might as well focus on the chance that she might be right. What could she possibly bring to Leonel?<br> <br> As he settled down beside her, Freya was careful to scoot over slightly so that he would have enough comfortable room to sit without her invading his personal space. Once she found a modest distance, she paused, quickly glancing over herself to check and see if she needed to adjust any of her clothing in order to maintain further modesty. No, everything seemed to be in order. She supposed that it was impossible to be immodest in the attire that she chose, and that was exactly why she had selected it. Her mother would be proud. When he asked if she came with her family, she nodded carefully. "I did, though they're quite busy at the moment, it seems," she said with a smile, glancing over at Peter and Jane to allow Leonel a point of reference if he had no idea who her family were. Ah. Happy times. She looked back at Leonel after a few moments, however, and tilted her head a bit to the side. "I'm sorry that you had to come alone, but at least you do not have to be alone for the rest of the night, yes?" Freya asked softly, moving down to open her thermos of hot chocolate.<br> <br> She realized in that moment that she actually didn't know much about Leonel at all. What better time was there to get to know a person than a festival, though? She also had the feeling that Leonel would dare ask her any questions or start many conversations either, given the shyness that permeated the air around him. One of them would have to be the brave one, wouldn't they? She fought down nervous butterflies in the pit of her stomach and opened her mouth, letting the first thing she thought of come out. "Where are you from, Leonel? What brought you to Obsidian?" ...oh, Goddess, let that not be a bad question to ask. She took a drink of her hot chocolate to hide the sudden blush that came across her cheeks. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i49.tinypic.com/4t92ef.png" height="46"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Leonel | Jun 25 2010, 09:39 PM Post #8 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=16 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i47.tinypic.com/1feavt.png"> <tr><td height=150> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> <font color=31251f> [align=right] <br>Leonel Vanhite [/align] </span> </td></tr><tr><td><font color=31251f> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=center]Never judge a book by it's cover... <br> ----------------------------------------------<br><br>[/align] It was a quite warm night for Winter, the moon was big and shiny and the stars filled the sky in a mystical pattern. A perfect night for a family meeting, or a date, he concluded a bit dissapointed. He had neither to spend the night with.<br><br> "I'm sorry that you had to come alone, but at least you do not have to be alone for the rest of the night, yes?"<br><br> "Y-yes. Yes, indeed."<br><br> Leonel replied with a warm smile. Curious thing is how Freya somehow knew exactly his thoughts, maybe it was becouse they're so alike or maybe it's a woman's thing? He couldn't be sure, since Leonel's too shy to freely talk to pretty much anyone but Freya and kids.<br><br> "It's nice to have her.......near."<br><br> Leonel smiled at his own thought. It made him want to know her better, maybe they could really become friends? Definately. Well, if so was to come true, Leonel could never complain of being alone and not knowing anyone on the island anymore.<br><br> "Where are you from, Leonel? What brought you to Obsidian?"<br><br> This was a though one, he thought. What to tell her? Tell her that he is avoiding a disaster? Tell her about Sophie? No, he couldn't and wouldn't do that. So, what would he say? He wasn't sure.<br><br> "Better give a general answer."<br><br> The young librarian decided.<br><br> "I'm from London. I mostly came for an opportunity, and as you know I now have the Infinite Possibilities." [align=center]----------------------------------------------<br>[/align] </font> </td> </tr><tr> <td background=http://i49.tinypic.com/qriwkh.png height=100> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 27 2010, 10:53 PM Post #9 |
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| Leonel | Jul 2 2010, 05:47 PM Post #10 |
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| Alma | Aug 3 2010, 04:39 PM Post #11 |
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